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and, again approaching, I fired sharp right and left behind his 

 shoulder. Again he charged with a terrific trumpet, which sent 

 " Sunday" flying through the forest. This was his last charge. The 

 wounds which he had received began to tell on his constitution, and 

 he now stood at bay beside a thorny tree, with the dogs barking 

 around him. These, refreshed by the evening breeze, and perceiv- 

 ing that it was nearly over with the elephant, had once more come 

 to my assistance. Having loaded, I drew near and fired right and 

 left at his forehead. On receiving these shots, instead of charging 

 he tossed his trunk up and down, and by various sounds and motions, 

 most gratifying to the hungry natives, evinced that his demise was 

 near. Again I loaded, and fired my last shot behind his shoulder; 

 on received it, he turned round the bushy tree beside which he 

 stood, and I ran round to give him the other barrel, but the mighty 

 old monarch of the forest needed no more ; before I could clear the 

 bushy tree he fell heavily on his side, and his spirit had fled. My 

 feelings at this moment can only be understood by a few brothel 

 Nimrods, who have had the good fortune to enjoy a similar encounter. 

 I neve felt so gratified on any former occasion as I did then. 



